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The eyes float,
nestled in a cradle of tears,
tears that rise and fall
as emotions
sculpt the tide
Love's soulful gaze
sways in hammock of wet lashes,
awaits tender push from mate
that
can stir the inner light
The eyes close
as hungry lips exact a kiss,
pupils flutter in the dark,
dance to
the rhythm of love
Mirrors of the soul,
misted by brazen breath,
reflect soft hazy movement,
a
light-headed luminescence
c) Chris Butler 2000
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